Beanie: Urban Outfitters
Scarf: Urban Outfitters
Denim Jacket: Forever 21
Sweater: Zara
Leggings: Charlotte Russe
Combat Boots: Charlotte Russe
This photo was snapped on the day the tube broke down whilst I was on my way to Shoreditch. Stranded in the middle of nowhere as a result, I sat on a rando street curb and looked like a forlorn mushroom child for posterity. And isn't that just a metaphor for life? You make plans and something you didn't anticipate, something you couldn't anticipate, something completely out of your hands, happens. You get on a train and it breaks down. (You lose that one person you thought you could never, ever live without.) And in the aftermath of the unanticipated disaster, you're left stranded in the middle of nowhere feeling completely and utterly lost. Feeling like you can't go forward. Because how can you move forward when your main mode of transportation (read: the tube) ceases to function? And now you're probably the one lost. Am I talking in literal terms or metaphorical terms? I'll answer that for you. Both. These unpredictable (horrible, heartbreaking) moments are also painful, but beneficial determinants of character. This is when you discover whether you're strong enough to move forward. This is when you must find your way back no matter how futile the situation seems. This is when I sat on a curb in the middle of nowhere and waited for a (very slow) bus to transport me to Shoreditch. And that's the moral of this photo right here. In life, shit will happen. Shit that will completely tear you apart and break you. But finding a way out of the shit is what builds character. It's what helps you survive the next shit occurrence. And they say it gets better. Or, according to i-D Features Editor Bertie Brandes, you grow apathetic and cynical. I'd like to believe the former, even if it's only for the sake of my still starry-eyed teenage soul (but sometimes that's what you need to do, I think). To be honest, I'm too young to really know the answer. But I hopped on a bus and got to Shoreditch, didn't I?
On that note, here's a photodiary of my most recent misadventures.
Shoreditch
Milk Bar
The Bridge
Timberyard UK
South Bank Christmas Markets
Green Park
Chet Faker
Maybe this could be the kind of one
Where I sit on the words
Or talking through each style
Everything is overheard
See everything I take upon loses worth
Well now that you're not the one that I thought you were
And it hurts that I'm done
Now I don't believe in nothing
Avoiding night, tell me you know
Maybe I could be this lonely guy
That'll sing on a song
Another tease will come along
With everything I don't want
And you won't see me
Or pass with another one
I, I cannot dream this is enough when you're gone
Only to stomach a night without eating at all
Everyone's coming but now this will all be yours
Breathe, this is love without love without love without love without love without love
Breathe, this is love without love without love without love without love without love
Breathe, this is love without love without love without love without love without love
Breathe, this is love without love without love without love without love without love
Love, what've you done with my tongue?
I open my mouth but you hear me wrong
Love, what've you done with my tongue?
I open my mouth but you steer me wrong
I'm walking through each smile
Everything is overturned
See everything that dies
It takes a small piece to rust
Well now the stones been thrown
The trust is dust
Music
To Me by Chet Faker
Love Will Tear Us Apart by Joy Division
xx
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